America 1881: Legend of the West

The lawyer was stunned.

Make money? Why are you asking me this? Aren’t you a loan lender yourself?

"How about you figure it out yourself and take back all the debt?" The lawyer glanced at Leonard.

Leonard ignored him and paced back and forth in the hall alone.

Looking for a bank for a mortgage loan? Then I have to run to Albuquerque. After completing the formalities, the day lilies are already cold.

Issue bonds? I don’t have a physical company, and my reputation isn’t very good. I don’t think anyone will buy it.

Otherwise, find some reason to raise funds or something? It doesn't seem to work. I did this kind of thing last year.

The only way is to find someone to borrow it.

But who else in Lincolnshire could come up with so much money at once?

The lawyer sat on the sofa without moving, watching Leonard dangling in front of his eyes.

Compared with his previous master Fred, it is not difficult to guess the thoughts of the businessman in front of him.

"I heard that there is a very wealthy Chinese man in Roswell, and now all the land there belongs to him." The lawyer said, "I also heard from people from there. They seem to be purchasing things in the town recently. .”

"What did this man do before?" Leonard stopped and looked at the lawyer suspiciously, "Why have I never heard of it?"

Although he has been moving around Lincoln County in a low-key manner, he has been here for ten years after all. Suddenly a powerful and wealthy man appeared nearby, and he was also Chinese. He should not know anything about it.

"I heard that he was doing business with Astor. I don't know if it was his white gloves." The lawyer said.

"Astor? Is he the Astor from the Astor family in New York?" Leonard's eyes began to shine.

The lawyer nodded.

"Then hurry up and make an appointment with him for me." Leonard walked up to the lawyer, "If that Chinese is in Lincoln County."

The ingredients prepared for Meyer's lunch were not used, and it was just enough to treat the Chinese to dinner.

The lawyer mounted his horse and returned to the town. After some inquiries, he finally found Li Sifu carrying wheat at the entrance of the grain trading market.

"Excuse me, did your boss come with you?" the lawyer asked.

"Boss, someone is looking for you." Li Sifu threw the bag on his shoulder onto the flatbed truck, straightened up, and said to a man wearing a leather jacket with his back to them.

There were three bags of wheat on each shoulder of this man. Each bag was much larger than the one Li Sifu was carrying before.

He turned around, walked quickly to the edge of the flatbed truck, leaned forward, and released his hands a little, and the six bags of wheat fell steadily on the flatbed truck.

Chen Jianqiu patted the grain crumbs on his body, looked up at lawyer Maxine, and said with a smile: "I am his boss, what do you want from me?"

"Are you Chen Jianqiu?" Mai Sien looked at the young man with a bright smile in front of him with suspicion.

So young? Sitting in Roswell and the surrounding land, chatting and laughing with the heir of the richest family in New York?

It doesn't look like it no matter how you look at it.

Moreover, this person seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember when or where he had seen him before.

"Well, I am. If you have anything to say, please tell me." Chen Jianqiu took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Well, my friend Mr. Leonard would like to invite you to his home to taste the skills of his chef." The lawyer said to Chen Jianqiu politely.

"Mr. Leonard? He seems to be very famous in Lincoln County." Chen Jianqiu took a few puffs of the cigarette, threw the remaining half on the ground, and crushed it with his foot.

"Yes, he is a businessman, an upright and decent man." The lawyer introduced his boss without blushing or heartbeat.

"Okay, but I have a friend who wants to go with me. Is that okay?" Chen Jianqiu said to Max En.

"Uh, of course no problem."

Chen Jianqiu gave instructions to Li Sifu, walked to a carriage parked at the door, held his hands on the side of the carriage, and said something inside.

"Let's go, lead the way." He came back, got on his horse, and said to Maxine.

The lawyer and Chen Jianqiu rode in front, followed by the carriage, whose driver was a black man.

They soon arrived in front of Leonard's manor.

The black man stopped the carriage at the door. Chen Jianqiu opened the door of the carriage, and a gentle middle-aged man stepped out of the carriage.

He was holding a box in his hand.

Matt Dillon, a former Scott lawyer and a talented student at Harvard Law School, is now employed by Chen Jianqiu.

No one here knew him, but to be on the safe side, Chen Jianqiu let him stay in the carriage the whole time.

"Hey, I'll find a place to eat later." Chen Jianqiu winked at Sean who was driving. The black man nodded, then leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

Chen Jianqiu and Dylan followed Maxine and walked into the door of Leonard's house.

Leonard's house is very big, but compared with the mansions Chen Jianqiu has seen before, it has the aura of the nouveau riche everywhere.

The place is not tidy. The carpet on the floor is rolled up and stained with dense, dark things. The sofa is placed casually, and on the small table in front of the sofa, there are a lot of messes, including a A half-smoked cigar.

However, Chen Jianqiu didn't worry too much about this, because Leonard was already waiting for them in the restaurant.

When they came in he was sitting on a chair facing the door.

When he saw someone coming in, he immediately stood up and subconsciously started to arrange his clothes.

But when he saw Chen Jianqiu, he was a little suspicious.

He looked at Lawyer Maxine inquiringly: Is he this person?

The lawyer nodded slightly.

"Please sit down, please sit down." Leonard changed his expression and pulled out the chair at the dining table.

Chen Jianqiu was not polite, and he and Dylan sat down directly, while Leonard himself sat opposite him.

He waved his hand and called to his Mexican cook to serve the food. The servant behind Chen Jianqiu had already started pouring wine for Chen Jianqiu and Dylan.

"Mr. Chen, when did you come to the United States?" Leonard's opening remarks were very simple and unpretentious.

"A year ago." Chen Jianqiu crossed his hands and placed them on the table.

"That's really amazing. You can acquire so much land in one year." Leonard's words never strayed from the land.

He has a knack for making seemingly innocent words sound aggressive when speaking.

"It's just good luck." Chen Jianqiu said lightly.

Leonard felt a little confused.

In all likelihood, this young man followed Astor and got involved. He was probably just a white glove in front of the stage.

Then the scene fell into silence.

The dishes were served, and as expected, they were uniquely Mexican: fried green and red peppers with cactus, Mexican-style grilled steak, a red soup made of corn flour that exuded the aroma of herbs...